Title: Legends (1/?)
Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: After the events of Bloodbath, Tim McGee accepts a offer from a total stranger
Author's Note: A few weeks ago I was watching some NCIS episodes and came across Bloodbath. I hated both Abby and Gibbs in it. I hated the humiliation of making Tim kneel all day for something that was someone else's fault. I fumed for days (I am a bit obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
Rock Creek Park
“It's a long way down.”
Tim rested his head on the concrete base of the eagle lamppost. “I'm not planning to jump.”
“Well, thanks the Vortex for that. I'd hate to think that I came all the way from Cardiff to find you just in time to watch you splatter your brains on the Parkway.”
The words jerked Tim out of the suffocating fog that had wrapped itself around him from the moment he had spoken to Sarah. Her mockery had been, he supposed, the most fitting ending to a miserable day. He had stumbled out of his apartment and wandered the streets of DC for hours, not really knowing where he was and where he was going. It was just his luck that he had ended up in a place where NCIS often did business.
He turned, hand gripping the butt of his SIG Sauer. The man facing him, hands held loosely away from his body, took handsome to ridiculous lengths. Tall, with brown hair shot through with gold that gleamed in the lamplight, eyes that looked dark but he would bet were blue, and the smile of someone who had done it all and would happily go back for seconds. But it was the RAF topcoat that made him nearly swallow his tongue.
“You're Captain Jack Harkness,” he blurted. “Torchwood. It's real? You're for real?”
The smile widened into lasciviousness. “You want me to prove it?”
“Jack. Let's not scare off Mr. McGee.”